One Flower
One flower on the cliffside Nodding at the canyon
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Got up and dressed up and went out & got laid Then died and got buried in a coffin in the grave, Man— Yet everything is perfect, Because it is empty, Because it is perfect with emptiness, Because it's not even happening. Everything Is Ignorant of its own emptiness— Anger Doesn't like to be reminded of fits— You start with the Teaching Inscrutable of the Diamond And end with it, your goal is your startingplace, No race was run, no walk of prophetic toenails Across Arabies of hot meaning—you just numbly don't get there
One flower on the cliffside Nodding at the canyon
The stars in the sky
In vain
The tragedy of Hamlet
In vain
The key in the lock
In vain
The sleeping mother
In vain
The lamp in the corner
In vain
The lamp in the corner unlit
In vain
Abraham Lincoln
In vain
The Aztec empire
In vain
The writing hand: in vain
(The shoetrees in the shoes
In vain
The windowshade string upon
the hand bible
In vain—
The glitter of the greenglass
ashtray
In vain
The bear in the woods
In vain
The Life of Buddha
In vain)
The Essence of Existence is Buddhahood— As a Buddha you know that all the sounds that wave from a tree and the sights from a sea of fairies in Isles of Blest and all the tastes in Nectar Soup and all the odors in rose arbour —ah rose, July rose— bee-dead rose— and all the feelings in the titwillow's chuckling throat and all the thoughts in the raggedy mop of the brain— one dinner